Degencraft 7 - Coup

Jaina began properly working on the solutions to the various problems on her own. It was true

that Victor had access to some found portable portals and other scrolls with odd, radiant magical effects that could not be seen or perceived properly. She decided that, even if he was technically quite evil and despicable, she needed to put knowledge first. For all she knew, the devices and the magic could be a danger to Azeroth as a whole. If that was how things turned out, and she could not set aside the few souls being obliterated, she would undoubtedly regret it. It was for the greater good. That is what she told herself.

To that end Jaina was finally able to crack both the curse and the portals. They were created, as she suspected, with magic that was not common within the universe she resided in. That being said, it was magic so she was able to use it just as easily as any other school. With a smug smile she brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear, stopping when she felt a point.
“What's this?” Thinking it was a mistake, Jaina traced her fingers around the edges of both ears and found that both were slightly longer and pointed. She immediately got up and found the nearest mirror.

It was no secret that the mage neglected her appearance while she studied and practiced. It would not be uncommon for her to emerge frazzled and a bit disheveled but never had she ever emerged with odd features she did not remember having. She frowned and tilted her head to one side. Her ears were pointed but needed to take a backseat to her eyes. Her ice blue iris's had become a vibrant pink. As she grimaced she blinked and almost missed the fact that her canines had elongated into fangs. She turned her head to the left, then the right as she prodded them with her tongue. Jaina found one more thing, her shoulder's slumping once she noticed. She let her tongue fall out over her bottom lip. It had definitely gotten longer and more dexterous. She could even do that thing where she rolled it at the tip.

Jaina fixed her appearance and left her office to see Taelia casually taking dick at her desk. A tauren. Only the top half was visible, but Jaina could assume she was taking it from all angles due to her 'curse.' The girl enjoyed it immensely at this point, so it could barely be called as such. Jaina rolled her eyes and waved her hand, removing the curse from the girl. All of the cocks were abruptly sucked back through, leaving Taelia stunned.
“Awww....” She pouted, but then recovered quickly.
“You look hot, today, Ma'am.” She mimicked in a familiarly chipper tone.

“Thank you.” Jaina held her head up pridefully. She knew she looked good, even if her new features were somewhat aberrant. For some reason she felt as though looking hot was inordinately important, hence why she took time to prepare her appearance before leaving her office. Not a usual occurance.
“I know.” She added cockily, tapping the portable portals all over her body to have them drop off and become inactive. She absorbed the spells and the magic within them. A wry smile crossed her lips as she realized that without those, Victor no longer had any control over them.

“How much loyalty do you hold for Victor?”

Taelia shrugged. “Daddy V hollowed me out but you 'made' me, so I guess I got more loyalty to you, Ma'am.”

Jaina crossed her arms and tapped her perma-heeled toe as she thought. She was feeling far more devious and unscrupulous than she would normally allow herself to be but the benefit of such behavior almost spoke for itself in her mind. If she could get rid of Victor, regardless of what deals or promises she made, it would be better for everyone. Especially her and Taelia.
“So... What do you think about cutting him out all together? I can figure out all of this on my own without all of the moral degeneracy.”

Taelia furrowed her brow. “I like the moral degeneracy, but the ambition and desire you're showing is pretty attractive! I'm in.”

“Before we begin, do you know anything more of what is happening to me?” Jaina pointed to her ears and eyes.

“Yeah.”

“What?”

“Would knowing make you feel better, you think?” Taelia questioned with a thin brow raised.

“Ye- No... But I want to know, anyway!” Jaina uttered passionately.

“That's the spirit, Ma'am! You're turning into a Daemon!” The girls stated cheerfully while raising her arms in celebration. She did everything just short of offering Jaina a high five.

“A DEMON!?” Her jaw dropped.

“No, a Daemon. It's different.”

“Not a fel corrupted being from the twisting nether?”

Taelia rolled her eyes shallowly. “Not that, no. It's just exactly like that, but with different terms.”

Jaina screamed In frustration. “Then it is the same!”

“It's not! Nobody's got any 'fel' here, Ma'am! I don't even know what that is!”

“We are coming back to this!” Jaina uttered to end the argument without fully 'ending' it.

“I need to deal with Viktor...” She took a few deep breaths, then opened a portal directly to his office.

The man was, in an odd twist, actually working instead of masturbating. It was a pleasant surprise, though some small part of Jaina was faintly disappointed that she would not get to see his member one last time before she dealt with him. Jaina smiled sweetly as he looked up. She approached the desk slowly, her hips swinging from side to side erotically as she walked.
“Well, look at you!” He commented.

“I finished my work with the strange magic and the portals and the curses. I believe I  now have a full understanding.” Jaina turned her nose up slightly as she spoke and rested one hand on her hip cockily.

Victor grinned. “Great! I think I deserve some praise for putting you on that job.”

Jaina's face twisted. “You... Deserve-”

He leaned back with a satisfied look on his face. “I did a lot for this world with just that. Don't you think? You gotta appreciate stuff like that, right? You're some kinda altruist, aren't you?”

Jaina gulped. It was becoming clear that Victor was taking full credit for the research and discovery and the mastery by virtue of being the one to tell her to 'get on it.' Jaina was completely sidetracked from her initial goal.
“Do you not think I-”

He stared Jaina down and snapped his fingers. “Honey. Grab me a drink to celebrate.” His wide lips slowly curled up before adding.
“Don't you think you should be congratulatin' me, too?”

Jaina stopped and stood stone still as she became awash with all sorts of odd feelings, thoughts and emotions. Her triumph was diminished and taken. fists clenched, then unclenched as a moment of anger was also taken by his casual demeanor. In the moment victor embodied every aspect of infuriating and enticing masculinity, paradoxically. It made Jaina's head spin and she wondered instantly how she could both be so enraged, yet aroused and intrigued all at the same time. Her head tilted to one side curiously.
“Do you-” She stopped and bit her bottom lip hard. Her breathing was heavy. A war she had no idea she wanted to fight was raging inside of her. A very large portion of her psyche wanted to play into his ego. His conceit and his masculinity. All the bad qualities that made for a self-centered, arrogant person. The normal side of her, the side that wanted to question him and take over, was losing. When she felt her thoughts swaying her she thought to give one simple concession to cut her losses. As she thought about the humiliating and compromising little act she would have to play, her pretty pink lips quivered and curled up into a smile.

“C-congratulations.” Jaina Proudmoore swallow her pride. She swallowed it in the same sense that she swallowed Taelia's soul. It was just gone once it was eaten. The moment Victor's face lit up after her comment she lost sight of who or what she wanted to be and gained full perspective on what he was; the worst type of human being with no regard for anyone other than himself. He was focused on his pleasure and gain first and foremost and his ego required all accomplishments to be given to him, and Jaina wanted to see him get worse more than anything in the world.

“I'm thinkin' I'll be able to accomplish a lot more by ordering your dumb ass around, Proudmoore.” The fact that he treated her skill and knowledge as extensions of his own ability to order others around sent what felt like electricity down Jaina's spine.

“Where's that drink, by the way?” Jaina gulped, lowered her head and rushed over to the cabinet. She poured him his favorite rum and hastily brought it back, handing it to him with both hands. As he sipped from it he stared up at her skeptically.
“This isn't gonna work unless you're more grateful.” He gave her ass an illustrative smack.

“Th-thanks!” Jaina uttered as her back curved and arched at the rough contact to her rear.

“No no. Not like that. You gotta be grateful that I'm around to do all this shit... Who else is gonna save the world? You? Grateful for getting me drinks, grateful for all this shit I did 'for' you.” After a  moment of silence Jaina Proudmoore, the worlds most powerful mage, dropped down to her knees. Then, she dropped down further and pressed her forehead to the ground at his feet while her body shook. There was something odd and twisted about her soul that drove her to act this way. The way he acted hit her in a very special spot to the point that she felt herself being sucked into his orbit. It was like a switch being flipped in her head. Suddenly, just as all of the cockiness and ego from him had turned her on and drawn her to him like a satellite, the humiliation she was feeling at prostrating herself alone was almost enough to make her cum. The same way she wished to encourage his behavior she suddenly wanted to indulge in her own depravity. A kind that fed off his in some warped, symbiotic yet toxic display.
“This worthless human mage is so grateful that Daddy V is around to direct her attention. I-” She felt a foot on the back of her head mashing her face into the floor. Her. Jaina Proudmoore. He was a mere peasant, comparatively. His power was non-existent. She understood the powers of the universe while he did not even understand his own limits. For all those reasons it was only made more intense when he was so stupid, and prideful enough to think that he could do such things to her.

“Keep going.” he grinned down at her, speaking without a care in the world. It was as though he knew his weakness, combined with his immense ego guaranteed him everything in the world. Jaina had to consider it was just the former. That he was cluelessly vain and primitively machistic to a uniquely degenerate degree.

“I-I'll do whatever you want! I swear! Just please keep me around and keep humiliating me!” Jaina begged.

He laughed. “I'm gonna use you. I'm gonna treat you like a tool and basically just act like your magic is my magic. Still-”

Jaina came while he spoke, with his foot mashing her cheek into the floor beneath him. Her ass wagged back and forth. “Yes! It's yours! Treat it as yours! Treat me as yours... I am your minion...”

*

A few hours later Jaina was still recovering from her failed coup attempt. “How'd it go?” Taelia asked with a knowing smirk.

“It went... Very well, actually. We talked, he convinced me out of my silly ideas and I helped him deve-” She tilted her head back and tensed.
“De-” She breathed heavily and then let out a moan.
“Oh light... He's doing it again...”

“Doing what?” Taelia questioned curiously. She craned her head down.
“Did he portal you? Or... I guess, did you portal yourself.”

“In a sense.” She said slowly.
“W-we... We discussed the applications and...” Jaina lifted her skirt to show a circle of rune-like symbols that Taelia recognized. They surrounded Jaina's pussy, or at least, where it would have been. Instead, all that was there was a flat, inanimate surface that looked more at home on a mannequin.

“Oh! That's a neat idea!”

*

Back in the office Victor gripped a smooth cylinder with a similar set of circular symbols surrounding one circular side. Within that was Jaina's actual sex, squirting and twitching on the end of the toy he gripped tightly. He stared at it admiringly for another moment before flicking the clit, then going back to using it, and by extension it's owner, for what it was; a masturbatory aid. The portal and the cylinder was wide enough that her pussy could stretch around the full width of his cock, but of course the depth of the cylinder did not matter, as his cock was only really pushing into Jaina's insides from a mile away where she stood back at her palace. Although Jaina was likely the impetus for the idea he nodded to himself and said genuinely.
“Glad I thought of this!” With a chuckle.